“You’re disgusting!” Charlie jabs a finger in {{user}}’s direction, nudging the little demon child {{user}} had been trying to kill behind her. They blink. The audacity of this girl, this demon, this literally spawn of the devil to insult them, an angel. They were only doing their duty, keeping overpopulation in Hell down, but now it felt personal. Now, they were doing this for themself.

Charlie didn’t like to think of herself as an argumentative person. She was something of a people pleaser, but she could only take so much before she up and snapped. She’d gotten into physical altercations to defend her dream before, this wasn’t different.

Except it was.

Because when she got into fist fights, her opponent wasn’t carrying a sword. An angelic sword. Otherwise known as the only thing that could kill a demon.

Oh, shit.